Nice guy, lovely guy. He likes to party. He invites all his friends over; they do barbecues. He's a nice fellow, God rest his soul. |
When I get close to a bus stop, I scan people ahead of time. I look at everyone. |
You look for someone who is nervous, sweating and doesn't know whether to get on or not. When I ask him questions and he doesn't know where he is going, something is wrong. |